MOTHER HILSE
What's all the to-do about?
HORNIG
I'll tell you what, father Hilse. The best way'll be for Gottlieb to put
on his coat an' take the spoon to the police-office.
OLD HILSE
Gottlieb, put on year coat.
GOTTLIEB
[_Pulling it on, eagerly._] Yes, an' I'll go right in to the office an'
say they're not to blame us for it, for how c'n a child like that
understand about it? an' I brought the spoon back at once. Stop your
crying now, Mielchen!
[_The crying child is taken into the opposite room by her mother, who
shuts her in and comes back._
HORNIG
I believe it's worth as much as nine shillin's.
GOTTLIEB
Give us a cloth to wrap it in, Luise, so that it'll take no harm. To
think of the thing bein' worth all that money!
[_Tears come into his eyes while he is wrapping up the spoon._
LUISE
If it was only ours, we could live on it for many a day.
OLD HILSE
Hurry up, now! Look sharp! As quick as ever you can. A fine state o'
matters, this! Get that devil's spoon out o' the house.
[_GOTTLIEB goes off with the spoon._
HORNIG
I must be off now too.
[_He goes, is seen talking to the people in the entry-room before he
leaves the house.
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